Sinderella
Voted Most Likely to Romance the NPCs
- Pronoun
- That/Bitch
I’m late. I’m late. Fuck, I’m late.
As Odette scurried up the steps to the hall, she repeated this to herself on loop. Though, it was more to block out Guzma’s foolishness rather than remind herself that she was late because of his foolishness.
“I asked the shopkeep for assless chaps, and bro looked at me like I had testicles growing out of my ears,” the former Skull boss whined. “Pokemon have asses right? Therefore, you’d think assless chaps would exist in a place like this, but nOoOoO! That’s asking for way too much!”
She whipped around to face him, stopping him before he could continue. “Guzma,” she said sharply as she pointed up to the gargantuan structure. “This is where I’ll be for the next few hours or so. If you need me for any reason, just come in here and ask one of the nice non-Zoroark looking ‘mon to go find Odette.”
Guzma scoffed. “What am I, five?”
“Yes.”
“I’m older than you, you fucking dwarf!”
Odette pressed her lips into a tight line as she nodded. “And yet my answer remains the same. In the meantime, for the love of all that’s good and fucking holy here, stop asking innocent ‘mon for assless chaps. You already found a jacket and a hat, so please make better use of your time.”
Guzma rustled his shoulders beneath the yeehaw-ass jacket he made Odette buy for him the day before. Nike didn’t exist in this world, something he was still coming to terms with, so this was the next best thing. Though, he couldn’t lie—he did feel badass in the matching cowboy hat he picked out, too.
“Doing what? Chasing fucking tumbleweeds? Chewing on straw and spitting on things?”
Odette was already halfway through the threshold. “Sounds great, have a wonderful time!” she called back before pulling the door shut behind her. She barely had time to catch her breath before she had to hustle to find her group. Luckily, they weren’t too far ahead, and with little direction, she eventually made it to…Calyrex?
Well. That explained…things. She slipped into the room, careful to not make her presence too known as she took note of Kimiko, Mhynt, Owen (gods, fucking Owen), Laura, and…shit. Steven.
Instead of opting to insert herself into the conversation at hand, she made herself a little more sparse and managed to locate a sugar cube for Spectrier.
As Odette scurried up the steps to the hall, she repeated this to herself on loop. Though, it was more to block out Guzma’s foolishness rather than remind herself that she was late because of his foolishness.
“I asked the shopkeep for assless chaps, and bro looked at me like I had testicles growing out of my ears,” the former Skull boss whined. “Pokemon have asses right? Therefore, you’d think assless chaps would exist in a place like this, but nOoOoO! That’s asking for way too much!”
She whipped around to face him, stopping him before he could continue. “Guzma,” she said sharply as she pointed up to the gargantuan structure. “This is where I’ll be for the next few hours or so. If you need me for any reason, just come in here and ask one of the nice non-Zoroark looking ‘mon to go find Odette.”
Guzma scoffed. “What am I, five?”
“Yes.”
“I’m older than you, you fucking dwarf!”
Odette pressed her lips into a tight line as she nodded. “And yet my answer remains the same. In the meantime, for the love of all that’s good and fucking holy here, stop asking innocent ‘mon for assless chaps. You already found a jacket and a hat, so please make better use of your time.”
Guzma rustled his shoulders beneath the yeehaw-ass jacket he made Odette buy for him the day before. Nike didn’t exist in this world, something he was still coming to terms with, so this was the next best thing. Though, he couldn’t lie—he did feel badass in the matching cowboy hat he picked out, too.
“Doing what? Chasing fucking tumbleweeds? Chewing on straw and spitting on things?”
Odette was already halfway through the threshold. “Sounds great, have a wonderful time!” she called back before pulling the door shut behind her. She barely had time to catch her breath before she had to hustle to find her group. Luckily, they weren’t too far ahead, and with little direction, she eventually made it to…Calyrex?
Well. That explained…things. She slipped into the room, careful to not make her presence too known as she took note of Kimiko, Mhynt, Owen (gods, fucking Owen), Laura, and…shit. Steven.
Instead of opting to insert herself into the conversation at hand, she made herself a little more sparse and managed to locate a sugar cube for Spectrier.